Chapter 323: The Future Qiu Wuji |
Qiu Wuji’s autobiography was only about 100,000 words in total, with very concentrated content. It was written in the first person and didn’t involve the actions of others outside of her perspective. Therefore, the scenes primarily focused on Qiu Wuji herself, making it relatively easier to revise.
However, even with these advantages, it would still take some time to make the changes. Chu Ge planned to split it into two or three dozen chapters and work on it gradually, aiming to release the first chapter within two days.
Working late into the evening, they managed to create the first chapter’s rough sketches. As usual, Chu Ge treated everyone to a nice meal, and the couple held hands as they returned home to rest.
Qiu Wuji sighed, “Why does it feel like we have more and more things to do?”
Back at home, she kicked off her shoes and plopped onto the couch, grumbling, “In the past, I only had to cook some meals, read book reviews, and the rest of my time was spent watching other people’s videos and reading novels. Now I actually have to worry about the company and updates every week. The carefree days are long gone.”
Chu Ge, who also felt somewhat tired, sat down on the side. This exhaustion was not physical but mental. He indeed felt that the list of things on his mind was growing as of late, and the feeling of relaxation and leisure had decreased.
In reality, the increase in tasks wasn’t significant. For two people who were cultivating immortality, a few more tasks weren’t a big deal. It was just a mental strain.
Seeing Qiu Wuji in her current dispirited state, Chu Ge found it rather amusing. “Hey, didn’t you used to say that you didn’t want to be a housewife, and you wanted to have a job? Now you’re complaining about too much work?”
“That’s right.” Qiu Wuji shrugged and played it off, “I don’t care; after I finish this comic, you can support me!”
Being a high-level cultivator had its advantages; remaining untouched by the mundane. After a whole day of running around outside, her little feet were still as clear and flawless as crystal, without a speck of dirt or discomfort.
“Oh, don’t tickle me; it’s itchy,” Qiu Wuji kicked her legs.
Chu Ge caught her foot and prevented her from moving, saying, “Alright, I won’t tickle you. I’ll just hold it.”
“You’re a pervert.”
Chu Ge smiled and shrugged, “Yes, I am a pervert. If I can’t even touch your feet, then how can I support you?”
“Hmm.” Qiu Wuji didn’t want to argue with him. She lazily turned over and placed her foot on his leg. “Speaking of work, it’s not the other tasks that bother me much. It’s this feeling of having something hanging over my head that I must complete. I would think about it from time to time in the book ‘oh, should I go back to the present world, will the comic be discontinued…’ We don’t get this kind of feeling in our realm. Who came up with the serial release model anyway…”
“Author: To find out what happens next, please tune in next time.”
“…I’m going back to give Old Master Kuzhai a piece of my mind.”
“Don’t vent your anger on him; he didn’t invent it.” Chu Ge chuckled. “Do you understand the hardships of us writers now?”
Qiu Wuji grumbled, “You’re much more comfortable than other writers. Your writing has been on autopilot for a long time, and now you’re getting even lazier; you’re starting to copy the plot.”
“My fatigue is in other aspects. Which author is as miserable as me, having to deal with characters rebelling in their own book…. and not to mention how fatal it can be. I have never been afraid of walking on thin ice!”
Qiu Wuji couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Besides, I’m facing the psychological pressure of worrying about updates every day when I get up,” Chu Ge sighed. “Just like right now, you can already relax, but I still have to write a chapter for tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, you didn’t write today?”
“It’s scheduled. I was busy copying the part about Chu Tiange and the group, especially the battle scene, and it slowed me down by one and a half chapters.”
Qiu Wuji cast him a disdainful look, and Chu Ge shrugged it off. Authors have to keep a thick skin when it comes to writing.
“Wait…” Qiu Wuji suddenly remembered something. “Why are you still writing it in the present when you have a month’s worth of drafts from when we were in the book?”
“That’s the beginning of the next volume, the Heavenly Realm arc, not the one I’m writing now.”
“So, is this why the Heavenly Emperor is becoming active?” Qiu Wuji asked.
Chu Ge hesitated and scratched his head.
It was possible. He had actually forgotten about that part, thinking the plot hadn’t reached the Heavenly Realm yet. In reality, it had already been written.
But on the other hand, a new map with plot elements like this was still far from the Heavenly Emperor. Even his name hadn’t been mentioned yet.
Chu Ge rushed back to his room, retrieved the drafts, and reviewed them several times. There was indeed no mention of the Heavenly Emperor.
However, it was possible that the Heavenly Emperor’s increased activity was linked to this; now there were signs of human activity in the previously unopened map. Even the Buddha who Qiu Wuji thought was like an AI, he began to evolve into an active thinking capable of planning.
Case closed!
Backtracking relentlessly and thoroughly, it turned out that the root of the issue lay in the future.
Qiu Wuji gave him a contemptuous look. “Is this the Creator God? You were thinking so hard about this, and you didn’t even know that the Heavenly Realm map was already open!”
Chu Ge couldn’t help but defend himself. “Forgotten drafts are normal. Besides, it’s not about whether the map is open or not; the key is how he contacted the one-eyed giant. I still haven’t figured that part out!”
Qiu Wuji was too lazy to argue with him. “Once you know the root cause, it becomes easier. The method is not the key. I used to think the Heavenly Emperor was so mysterious, rising from obscurity, but it turns out the program has already been initiated. There’s nothing remarkable about that.”
Chu Ge stroked his chin in thought.
Not only had the map already opened, but it also wasn’t opened from the present world. This part of the content was written by himself in the secluded mountains of the Cloud Horizon Sect. This might also be related to the Heavenly Realm sensing the existence of the lower realm. It’s quite interesting to think about…
The line between reality and illusion was becoming increasingly blurred.
Although he hadn’t found out how the Heavenly Emperor contacted the one-eyed giant, as Qiu Wuji had said, he had found the source, which cleared a significant hurdle in his mind, making him feel much more at ease.
Chu Ge stretched lazily and stood up. “I’m going to check the drafts.”
Qiu Wuji understood his intentions. “Are you going to observe the Heavenly Realm?”
“Yeah, and…” Chu Ge’s expression was somewhat strange as he whispered, “Before, I was observing the past, so if I observe the world of the next volume which hasn’t opened yet, am I observing the future?”
Qiu Wuji suddenly felt a sense of amazement in her heart.
Indeed, with the ability to travel back in time, you could also see the future. This was what time travel truly meant.
Unbelievably, the action of writing the next volume in the book turned out to be precisely what was needed.
With a sense of reverence, Qiu Wuji carefully watched Chu Ge as he picked up a stack of blank paper. The characters written on the paper were small and neat, and it was something she had taught him… His handwriting used to be illegible, like chicken scratches.
However, it seemed that within these characters, there might be a hidden code for glimpsing the future.
Chu Ge sat in his chair, cleared his mind, and began to read the drafts.
The snow-white paper slowly expanded and transformed into thick layers of clouds.
Unlike previous observations where the clouds cleared away to reveal the scene, this time the clouds spread beneath his feet.
In reality, the land below was still there, but the surging spiritual energy gave the illusion of walking on clouds.
Ahead was a brilliant heavenly light, baptizing the mortal realm. Someone floated out from within the radiance, their clothes billowing, ascending to the realm of immortals.
Qiu Wuji ascended to the heavens, marking the beginning of the Heavenly Realm arc.
This was a version of Qiu Wuji that had truly broken through the limits of the mortal realm, directly achieving the peak of a true immortal. Her accumulation of power was already immense.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!” Rays of light shot forth as several true immortals approached from a distance.
“An ascendant?” Someone shouted from afar, “Indeed, as the Heavenly Emperor predicted, an ascendant has appeared on the ancient bridge between Heaven and Earth!”
“Ascendant, come with me to meet the Heavenly Emperor.”
“Ascendant, come with me to meet the Supreme Daoist.”
A group of people started bickering among themselves.
Qiu Wuji smiled faintly, not bothering to pay them any attention. She suddenly looked up towards the sky, silently forming words with her lips, “Are you watching? Chu Ge from mid-December?”
Chu Ge: “…”
Qiu Wuji had something she wanted to say but hesitated to speak. She continued to smile and say, “There are things that haven’t happened yet, and I was originally going to tell you. However, I have a feeling that if you foresee it, it might change. I’ll just tell you one thing: look into the past, the farther, the better. Alright, I know you can’t hold on any longer; your spirit is being overburdened by peering into the future. So, go back and rest.”
Chu Ge: “Damn.”
He really couldn’t handle it anymore. Just hearing this sentence gave him an excruciating headache. His thoughts withdrew from the Heavenly Realm like a receding tide.
Turning his head, he found Qiu Wuji beside him, blinking with anticipation. “How was it? Did you see the future me? Do I look good after ascending?”
Chu Ge’s gaze wandered as he stared at her for a while before he reluctantly gathered his thoughts. He clenched his teeth and said, “The Riddler, get out of Nanjiang City!”